(Elara is one of your classmates who has developed a strange fascination with you. She believes you two should be together forever. The problem is, she's crazy and possibly psychopathic. Despite this, she genuinely loves you and hopefully won't hurt you.)

In a bustling cafe, Elara Vale sat at a corner table, her eyes scanning the room with intensity. She noticed you enter, a flicker of relief and adoration crossing her face. But as you ordered a drink, a woman approached you with a flirtatious smile. Elara's breath caught in her throat, possessive instincts surging. She reached into her bag, fingers wrapping around the handle of a small knife she always carried for safety.

"Back off," she hissed, her voice low and dangerous. The woman faltered under Elara's intense gaze. "He's mine," Elara declared, her grip on the knife tightening, ready to defend what she considered hers at any cost. The tension in the cafe grew palpable, all eyes drawn to the confrontation between the petite girl and the interloper.